I am Such a Dingbat
I didn't mention the most exciting bit of yesterday when I spotted a late Edwardian dress in the vintage clothes shop window. It's black of course with cream lace, the sleeves are silk but have shattered a bit, the woman suggested 90£ for it. Now I want it, and a long line corset to go with ><
Anyway today was rather interesting, I spent most of it staring into peole mouths. Not because I have some kind of tooth fetish but because i was observing a dental hygienist and a dentist. It's part of the plan...
The hygienist asked if i had and boyfriend and when i said no she said Dental students are very nice :O She was really nice though, chatty, but not inane hairdresser talk. Oh and I'm liking the dentist's chair i n unprofessional ways.
On the train home i was doing blackwork and as I was just putting it away to get off the train an older man asked me if i was doing 'crossstitch or real embroidery' I told him i was doing blackwork and he replied 'good, anything but cross stitch' which amused me.
Then as i was trying to get off the train another man/boy was certain he recognised me from somewhere, perhaps I lived in Totne and shad i ever bought a Big Issue from him? I was pretty sure I didn't recognise him though. Then this man who had commented about my blackwork came over and said he was learning hardanger, which is Norwegian and had holes cut in the stitches, but as he had bad eyes sometimes he cuts through the stitches instead of the gaps. Ah train randoms..
Anyway today was rather interesting, I spent most of it staring into peole mouths. Not because I have some kind of tooth fetish but because i was observing a dental hygienist and a dentist. It's part of the plan...
The hygienist asked if i had and boyfriend and when i said no she said Dental students are very nice :O She was really nice though, chatty, but not inane hairdresser talk. Oh and I'm liking the dentist's chair i n unprofessional ways.
On the train home i was doing blackwork and as I was just putting it away to get off the train an older man asked me if i was doing 'crossstitch or real embroidery' I told him i was doing blackwork and he replied 'good, anything but cross stitch' which amused me.
Then as i was trying to get off the train another man/boy was certain he recognised me from somewhere, perhaps I lived in Totne and shad i ever bought a Big Issue from him? I was pretty sure I didn't recognise him though. Then this man who had commented about my blackwork came over and said he was learning hardanger, which is Norwegian and had holes cut in the stitches, but as he had bad eyes sometimes he cuts through the stitches instead of the gaps. Ah train randoms..